(Third Person POV).
Wanda's heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she rounded the second-floor corridor, eyes scanning ahead. She spotted Xamira's nanny fumbling with her hands near the stairwell.
"Where is Xamira?" Wanda asked, her voice calm but edged with sharpness.
The nanny stiffened. "She—she ran off on her own, ma'am. I went to the kitchen to get her a chocolate bar. When I returned… she was gone."
Wanda gave her a long, measuring stare. "Find her. Now!"
The woman nodded quickly and rushed off in the opposite direction. Wanda's expression darkened. She didn't wait. Her steps carried her forward, up the grand staircase, past the wide windows where sunlight streamed in like a spotlight. She reached the third floor just in time to see Draven pulling a door closed behind him.
Draven, dressed in a tailored navy coat over a steel-gray shirt, looked up and blinked when he saw her. "Wanda?" he said, voice clipped. "Something wrong?"
